I drove a friend to visit her boyfriend in a small town twenty miles away. I was invited to stay and visit, unaware that there would be anyone else there. There was. You. Tall, dark, handsome. You immediately intrigued me.
My friend, Luna, was dating Brandon, your roommate. You were recently divorced, and an obvious gentleman.
The evening began with Brandon and yourself, leading us into the "man cave" in the basement. You watched me carefully as I took it all in. You seemed pleased at my reaction, and asked if I'd like a tour. I said I did.
The first thing you showed me was your beautiful grow room. You had four majestic plants, each much taller than me. You carefully watered them and checked their leaves, explaining your process as you went. You were proud. I was already falling for you. Our shared love for this majestic plant was bonding us already.
I looked up as you asked if I would like to see your "collection". I stuttered, unable to believe how tall you were, and flushed red as I tried to answer. I didn't know what "collection" you meant, but I felt I would do anything you asked. As I tripped over my own tongue, you smiled sweetly, and grabbed my hand. You led me through the basement to a cold room. Brandon and Luna were already gone to his bed. I could have been worried to be led to this dark, cold, and hidden room. But I wasn't. I couldn't have felt safer.
When you opened the door, I gasped. Laughing and jumping excitedly, I scanned your beautiful collection. Jars, upon jars of beautiful cannabis buds lined every square inch of shelving in front of me. You opened your favorites and we smelled them and discussed their qualities. I told you I was impressed and appreciated the beauty. You reached into a few of your favorite jars and pulled at least an ounce of bud out. You put it in a bag and handed it to me.
"For you to remember me by," you said.
How could I forget.
Although a tour of your rec area followed the cold room, I could barely pay attention. I kept watching you. I was so shockingly drawn to you. It was unlike any other attraction I'd ever felt.
We finished the tour and sat on your couch. I thanked you and told you I had such a wonderful first impression of you. We talked for hours. I learned so much about you in such a short time. No man had ever been so open with me. I wanted to be yours.
I usually begin a crush with an intense physical attraction. But with you, I fell for your soul. You were unlike anyone I'd ever met. I did not want to fuck you. I wanted to make love to you. I wanted to know everything about you. I was afraid of my next step, because I didn't want you to think I was someone who slept with any stranger. I wanted to make sure your impression of me was wonderful, too.
I told you my story. I talked about my life, my divorce, my girls. You listened and asked questions. You paid attention, and I took a chance and threw my honest feelings into the conversation.
"There's something about you," I said. "You had me hooked almost as soon as I walked in here. I did not even know that Brandon had a roommate, and Luna never mentioned that you may be here. But I'm kinda wishing she would have thought about setting us up."
You laughed. Your hand reached for mine and you squeezed, letting me know you would have been happy with that as well. Your other hand cupped my cheek, then brushed my hair away from my face. You leaned in and kissed my forehead gently.
"They don't need to set us up," you said, "we can handle that on our own."
Before we went any further, I explained my fears.
"I don't want to just fuck you. You are way too interesting and I want to get to know you."
You looked into my eyes, nodding.
"I would really like that," you said.
Then you kissed me.
The moment your lips touched mine, a wave of warmth passed through my body. I felt safe, loved, protected, and immediately aroused, all at once.
I think we tried to be slow. We tried to stop. We tried to visit more. But I felt myself unable to stop kissing you. I couldn't keep my hands off of your body. Neither of us closed our eyes. We longingly stared into each other's souls as we kissed and caressed each other. Our hands were polite. You hadn't even touched my breasts yet. Mine hadn't ventured below your waist. But I could see the bulge in your pants grow larger and larger. I could feel the wetness in my panties. It was getting harder and harder to keep it PG.
"I'm sorry," you said, "but I can't seem to help myself. I would like to ask if you'll come to my room... "
I started to reply, but you cut me off to add, "I would like to be your boyfriend though. Because there's something here."
My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. The grin that spread across my face must have been ridiculous.
"Yes! Of course!"
I pulled you closer and kissed you passionately. I climbed into your lap and my pussy gushed as I bumped into your throbbing bulge. The size. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Your erection was being contained within your clothes, and I could tell already that once it was loose, it was probably going to be 8 inches or more. You moaned as I ground my pelvis into you. I gasped as I felt another gush of my pussy. My panties were soaked through now, and I knew you could feel my warmth and wetness. You thrust your cock back at me and we made out, dry-humping to the point of breathlessness.
When we parted, we laughed. I think we were both so surprised at how the night was turning out. How lucky we were to meet. To be here. To be with each other.
"Let's go upstairs?" you suggested.
I nodded, mesmerized, captivated, and enchanted by your charm.
Without warning you wrapped your arms around me and held me while you stood up off the couch. You carried me up the stairs to your room. The entire time we stared at each other, finally speechless. I felt like a bride being carried over the threshold as we entered your bedroom. You set me down on the foot of your bed gently, and kissed me.
"Wait here," you said.
You turned and shut your door, then walked over to an ensuite. You brought out candles and a lighter. You began lighting the candles and placing them around your room. Then you turned off the lights.
You came to me on a mission. Your kisses were eager. Your hands had become much bolder. I moaned as you cupped my tits in your large, strong hands. Your fingers twisted and pinched my nipples and your kisses moved along my ears and neck. You began to remove my shirt. As you did so, I grabbed at you, searching for some way to return the pleasure. You quickly caught my wrists, and held them above my head.